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III. This sapient age disclaims all classic lore ; Else I lould liere in cunning phrase display, How forth THE Minstrel fared in days of yore, Right glad of heart, though homely in array ; His waving locks and beard all hoary grey : And, from his bending shoulder, decent hung His harp, the fole companion of his way,
Which to the whistling wind responsive rung: And ever as he went some merry lay lie sung.
IV. Tret not yourselves, ye filken suns of pride, That a poor wanderer Thould inspire my train, The muses fortune's fickle smile deride, Nor ever bow the knee in Mammon's fane ; Tif their delights are with the village train, Whom nature's laws engage, and nature's charms :They hate the sensual, and scorn the vain ;
The parasite their influence never warms, Nor him whore fordid soul the love of wealth alarms.
V. Though. richest hues the peacock's plumes adorn, Yet horror screams from his discordant throat. Rife, fons of harmony, and hail the morni, While warbling larks on rusiet pinions float; Or seek at noon the woodland scene remote, Where the
linnets carol from the hill. O let them ne'er with artificial note,
To please a tyrant, Arain the little bill, But fing what heaven inspires, and wander where they
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The steep where Fame's proud temple shinesafar !!
In life's low vale remote has pined alone,
Health, competence, and peace. Nor higher aim Had He, whose fimple tale these artless lines pro III. This fapient age disclaims all classic lore ; Else I Thould liere in cunning phrase display, How forth The Minstrel fared in days of yore, Right glad of heart, though homely in array ; His waving locks and beard all hoary grey : And, from his bending shoulder, decent hung His harp, the fole companion of his way,
Which to the whistling wind responsive rung: And ever as he went some merry lay lie fung.
poor wanderer should inspire my train,
The parasite their influence never warms, Nor him whose sordid soul the love of wealth alarms.
Though. richest hues the peacock's plumes adorn,
To please a tyrant, Atrain the little bill,
If bleak and barren Scotia's hills arise ;
Here peaceful are ibe valçs, and pure the skies, And freedom fires the soul, and sparkles in the eyes.
VII. Then grieve not, thon to whom the indulgent Myfe Vouchlafes a portion of celellial fire ; Nor blame the partial lates, if they refuse Th' imperial banquet, and the rich'attire. Know thine own worth and reverence the lyre. Wilt thou debase the heart which God refin'd ; No; let the heaven-taught soul, to heaven aspire
To fancy, freedom, harmony, relign'd;
Where fear, distruít, malevolence, abide,
And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven!
X. These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy impart.
But these thou must renounce, if luft of wealth
The troublous day, and long distressful dream.Return, my roving Mufe, resume thy purposed theme.
Patient of toil; ferene amidst alarms,
And he, though oft with duit and sweet besprent, Did guide and guard their wanderings whersoe'er they
There is hardly an ancient Ballad, or Romance, wherein a Minstrel or Harper appears, but he is characterised, by way of eminence, to have been “ Of the North countrie.” It is probable that under this. appellation were formerly comprehended all the provinces to the North, of the Trent.
See Percy's Essay on the English Minftrels.